Am I?
This emptiness
that fills every boundary
between myself
and this earth,
too distant from my edges.
Am I?
A blind painter
who paints his life
with colors unknown to him.
I am.
The spit upon the mirror,
wetting the words
of the man who stares back,
screaming...
with his familiar voice.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
Am I?
This emptiness
that fills every boundary
between myself
and this earth,
too distant from my edges.
Am I?
A blind painter
who paints his life
with colors unknown to him.
I am.
The spit upon the mirror,
wetting the words
of the man who stares back,
screaming...
with his familiar voice.
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